Elena’s slaves lined up in an orderly row behind their master, each one of them grinning at me with near-childish excitement. “You are a strong woman.” Prestira said, running gentle fingers along the contours of my abdomen, “I used to think I was a strong woman.” She smiled up at me, and it was a fractured grin. Milf porn I grinned at Brock. I raised my brows in surprise, and beckoned her forward with a single finger. “And… time. The squelching of my penetration sounded over the gurgle of her mindless screams, each one rising higher, her body writhing in the air, her arms flailing, her back arching, her spread legs quivering and her toes curling back. You were never wholly good, but I never before saw evil in you.”
“You think I’m evil?” I smiled at her, slightly aroused by the idea. I shivered between them, my attention solely devoted on their throbbing tips moving against me, the press of their bodies, their hands descending to my breasts, my waist, hoisting me between them.
